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Wrapped around her boyfriend’s ass, Chelsea couldn’t help but enjoy herself. Having been no stranger to being clothes before, she always loved surprises like this. She had been other’s clothes before but not Dorian’s. Before she had tried to, but he always turned down her offer, finding it weird.

He never could understand why someone wanted to be clothing. To be entirely under someone’s control, unable to do anything but be worn, think, and presumably experience all that clothing does. Sure, it sounded a bit hot, but it all just seemed like a unique way to lose your humanity.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be opposed to trying it though, far from it. One day he was going to, then he would let Chelsea become his clothes. Though, she had already gone ahead with getting under his control. One of the beauties of the TFapp was that you didn’t need permission to become someone’s clothes. So, without him knowing, she became a pair of his briefs. 

It was pretty simple really, all she needed to stress about was what pair she was to become, and having been to his house that day, she knew immediately which pair was perfect for her. Having always been a pre-planer, Dorian tended to lay out the clothes he was going to wear the next day, so all Chelsea had to do was figure out what briefs he was to wear tomorrow.

So, that night she used the app and became them, for a duration of a day. After hours of motionless monotony, he finally woke up. She was beyond excited as she waited for him to get out of bed and wear her. It didn’t take long though as after he made his bed he slid off his nightwear and put her on.

As she was pulled up his crotch, she felt a little bad about this. She should've told him about this, but he wouldn’t have let her do that, so…After he settled her around his waist, Chelsea began to enjoy this. Feeling her boyfriend’s junk in her fabric body, being stretched around his hot ass.

With only his shirt and briefs on, Dorian decided to give his girlfriend a gift. Standing in front of his room’s mirror, he took a couple of photos of himself and sent them to her. He waited a couple of minutes for her response to his hot self. With no response, he reasoned that she was probably still asleep, and not currently wrapped around him.

He continued to go through his morning routine, though as he did he decided to spend as little time in regular pants. For whatever reason his briefs were ungodly comfortable, they were extremely soft and almost form-fitting. But, as he had a job to go to he had to put on a pair of pants. So as he slid them up his legs, he gave the briefs a last little feel before settling them into place, that little touch from him exciting Chelsea to no end.

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